So far, this the only description that nearly fits Strung Like A
Horse. Their acoustic driven sound fires people off to the darker
areas of this strange universe. These unique individuals and their
music is like a hellbender found under a rock; not hard to find, but
damn hard to get a grasp on.
Built in a garage two years ago, these fellas resemble a psychobilly
diesel pick-up. There's BJ Hitower's manic bass work providing the
suspension of the band; bouncing, at times weird, but always reliable.
Ben Crawford and his "s-s-s-s-string drum". Slothimus Prime and
Bertha, his chairdrumset, ping-ding-crack-and-rumble like a pieced
together yet functional engine. "Spooky Chicklets" exists as an
otherwordly force surrounding the truck; his violin sings the sounds
of night-woods on the sides of the highway. Clay Maselle with his
guitar in the shotgun steers the band into the depths of the wood with
lyrics to narrate the adventure.
To bring it down to a point, these junkyard dogs bring "honest,
playful, head-bangingly interactive fun" to any venue their rocket